Chapter 1707: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen God 41
God, there are still such innocent men in the world, why can't she meet them.
I heard that this handsome and handsome man is still some kind of netizen, and his worth is nearly one billion.
The waiter was thinking about arranging the dishes, and Shu Ange smiled softly at her: "Please help us prepare candles."
"please wait for a while."
After waiting for the waiter to go out, Jiang Haichao looked at Shu Ange's smiling face, and the pair of talking water-cut pupils, and shyly burrowed into the hole.
"Well, don't worry about Yunsheng Village. Before going out, I have asked someone to help us take care of the soybeans, Xiaohuo, and the flock of chickens, ducks, and geese at home."
"Well, I'm very relieved when you do things."
A simple sentence made Jiang Haichao feel a lot of excitement in his heart.
After a while, the waiter came back. Not only did he light romantic scented candles for the two of them, but he also brought over the treasured red wine that Zongci had given them.
"Miss Pang, Mr. Jiang, please take your time. This bottle of red wine was given to the two of you by our young master. It was produced in France in 1872."
"Thank you Zong Shaodong on our behalf."
The waiter turned off the lights and pulled the door to leave.
When the dishes were ready, the scent of scented candles mixed with flowers, Jiang Haichao took a deep breath, and clasped his hands together under the table.
Under the candlelight, Shu Ange's facial contours became more and more soft, almond eyes were bright, and she looked at her with affection, like a fairy that was clean and unstained by dust.
"Do you want to drink?"
After Jiang Haichao finished his question, he felt something was wrong, so he coughed and said, "It's been a long day, why don't you eat vegetables first. Tonight, I'm going to surprise you."
"Fortunately, by the way, is my fan on the sg website [Haipingxian] also you?"
Although I understand that it is inevitable that the vest will be removed.
But when Shu Ange mentioned it face to face, Jiang Haichao was still a little ashamed.
His eyes were dodging, and his handsome face was smeared with a blush by the ambiguous candlelight.
"I don't mean to hide this from you, I'm just afraid that you'll be overbearing. I really like to eat your dishes, and I'm definitely your number one fan. It's not mixed with water, and it's not fake at all."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Haichao stared at Shu Ange without blinking.
Shu Ange picked up the open bottle of red wine and poured a small half glass for Jiang Haichao: "Today's dishes will taste better with red wine. Thank you for your silent support all the time, and for promoting it for me tonight."
These days, traffic is money.
Jiang Haichao mysteriously asked her to live broadcast at 20:00 tonight, and specially connected with her, how could Shu Ange not see her kindness.
"This is what I should do. I have been eating and drinking with you for so long. Also, your cooking videos have given me a lot of inspiration. Since I met you, I have seldom been calving again."
Jiang Haichao was afraid that Shu Ange would not believe it. Tete emphasized: "For an author, inspiration is the lifeline, and you are very important to me."
"Your support is also very important to me. Maybe you have already learned that I am the daughter of the chairman of Bazhenlou."
Speaking of his identity, Shu Ange's smile faded a little, and there was a bit of sadness in his eyes.
Jiang Haichao immediately felt sorry for her.
"A lot of online public opinion is that the navy is making waves, and the body is not afraid of shadows. I believe in your character, and everyone will believe in you."
"Forget it, I won't mention these things today. The family shame can't be made public. When I return to Hai Market this time, I just want to take back everything that was occupied by them."
Shu Ange's eyes suddenly became domineering, and his aura suddenly rose.
"Okay! This is the Pang Yudie I know! I believe that you will be able to kill the Quartet like the heroine of the Internet, and beat the bad guys to the ground."
When Jiang Haichao spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, quite a bit trying to teach the enemy a lesson for Shu Ange.
"Since ancient times, evil has not suppressed good, and I think so too."
The two were so happy that they even forgot to eat the dishes, but Jiang Haichao suddenly thought that Shu Ange was afraid that she had been tired all day, so he diligently persuaded her to eat the dishes.
Just when Shu Ange bowed his head to eat, Jiang Haichao looked down at the little fairy with a light stick in the handbag beside his feet, and cheered himself silently.
I must confess that he has missed too many opportunities tonight.
When the opportunity was lost, Jiang Haichao bowed slightly, took out the light stick from the bag, and pressed the switch at the same time.
The melodious music sounded, and the dazzling little fairy danced gracefully, and the skirt was adorned with dots of light.
"so beautiful."
Shu Ange put down his chopsticks and stared at the uniquely shaped light stick in Jiang Haichao's hand, as if a galaxy was flowing in his eyes.
"For you, I'm in a hurry today. Except for myself, I didn't prepare any gifts for you."
As soon as Jiang Haichao was ruthless, the nasty words came when he opened his mouth.
Today in the live broadcast room, so many earthy love words have been said, is it still short of trembling.
"Pretty little fairy, thank you for the gift, but—"
But what followed was always a disappointing turn, and Jiang Haichao hurriedly interrupted her.
"I like you."
"I really like you."
"The earthy words I said during the live broadcast were not only the effect of the show, but also my heart."
"On the way to Yuexianglou, I organized a lot of confessions, but I forgot them all after seeing you."
After Jiang Haichao took a deep breath, he looked into Shu Ange's eyes and said seriously, "At this moment, one of Pushkin's poems can very well express my feelings for you. Would you like to listen to it?"
There was even a little trembling in his voice.
"Few girls would say refusal at such a moment."
"I remember that wonderful moment when you appeared in front of me, like a short-lived phantom, like an elf of pure beauty..."
When he first started to recite, Jiang Haichao's voice was still a little nervous.
"In the torment of despairing sorrow, in the haunt of noisy phantoms, your gentle voice rang in my ears for a long time, and I saw your lovely face in my sleep."
The tender and sweet voice, like the murmur between lovers, turned into pieces of feathers and gently fell on Shu Ange's heart.
In the face of a wholehearted love, there are several women who can ruthlessly refuse.
After Jiang Haichao finished reciting the whole poem, he looked at Shu Ange silently and tenderly: "This is my heart, my most straightforward and sincere heart, I hope you can accept it. I also hope that you can give me one, To accompany you and cherish your chance."
The candlelight flickered, and the mellow red wine in the goblet was like a fine art.
Shu Ange's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't answer immediately.
Jiang Haichao's heart was surging, like a prisoner who was about to stand trial.
For the sake of his beloved, he voluntarily put on this endless shackle, indulged in her flowing eyes, stabbed or hugged by her.
The answer, what is it?